Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Togo and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Oblivians to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mighty Diamonds,
Stereo Dub,
Hasil Adkins,
E-Dancer,
Second Layer,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Aswad,
X-102,
Magma,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Gladiators,
Roy Ayers,
Moebius,
The J.B.'s,
Flash Fearless,
UT,
Peter & Gordon,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Remains,
Nico,
Gong,
Lalann,
Oneida,
Stiv Bators,
Joy Division,
PIL,
Visage,
The Associates,
Graham Central Station,
Minny Pops,
The Monks,
F. McDonald,
The Names,
These Immortal Souls,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Misunderstood,
Whodini,
Jacques Brel,
Sixth Finger,
Terry Callier,
The Buckinghams,
Shoche,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Archie Shepp,
Groovy Waters,
Ken Boothe,
World's Most,
Donald Byrd,
Average White Band,
Los Fastidios,
Sällskapet,
This Heat,
The Golliwogs,
Glambeats Corp.,
Johnny Clarke,
Al Stewart,
Letta Mbulu,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.